Written: April 21, 2024 For Andrea Dietrich Andaree Contest
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Worry and stress weigh heavy on my spirit.
Lately, scowling is my lone licit!
Donning threads I don't desire.
I heave and acquire.
Deep. Dismay!
mire
Life gameplay
Will you tire this dire
Expand; love; improve higher -
Your psyche and flesh are your wickets.
Life isn't obvious, some concern, much merit.
STRATEGY
a spatial
boundary
dismantled
from
memory
tranquil
cropped
in
an
encoded
facade
encroached
by
eloquent
realms
of unspoilt
semi- abstract
crests
glistening
phenomena
patterned
representation
consonances
plays of light
in recurring
ambivalent
composition
indifferent
intractable
invisible
dynamic
contrasts
summed up
in the
unfamiliar
ELOQUENCE
a
reticent
celebration
of ambiguity
latent
licit
straightforward
yet
oblique
interpretation
beyond
the
inner image
nurtured
in
connected
tendencies
to evolve
closely
obsessive
an ambivalent
narrative
observed
in
dreamy
abandon
of
unmistakable
pleasure
initiated
in
the
unconscious
made
manifest
by
desire
once
repressed
derived
by
a sense
of
intimacy
When no one looks, just do what's right
Like an unsupervised stop sign
Don't just do right when you're in sight
For, honesty is so divine
Put your soul on your own pedal
Put your body on your own wheel
Ride on to claim your own medal
Brace your mind in covers of steel
Ride with the flow of licit song
Sway with the flare of red and green
Blow your horn like a honking gong
Watch what goes on on your front screen
Santa paid you a visit
Asking your wish not licit
Wishes come true in surprises
Dream simple, present comes double
Dream more, gifts granted like bubble
Dreams in cloud nine, waft in grubble
Riding on Santa's sleigh of comprises
Imagine that the stars have roots
just below the surface
Imagine that their shallowness
is not their talent's purpose
Imagine that they come to you
for all they turn to solve
Imagine that enough of them
would serve you to revolve
Imagine that they live for you
and that's not where you'd mind
Imagine that where there is life
They'll take the time to find
Imagine that they're everywhere
and you should seek their talent
Imagine that they draw the line
when you would end their valiant
Imagine that you never cared
where they would come to visit
Imagine that their everywhere
that you would give for licit
He desired her
He knew it illicit
And yet he couldn't
He knew her
He knew it licit
And yet he did
She knew him
She knew it licit
And yet she did
She desired him
She knew it illicit
And yet she didn't
Reapers visit
Warm salty tears dripping down my reddened cheeks.
Sadness and depression fill my barely beating heart, thudding so slowly I can't feel my own pulse.
Told I now Repulse, causes me to convulse tremoring violently, retch so much nothing but anger and disillusion come out, just a disgrace.
An entire life I have had happiness love and joy till my love my life twinflame died holding in bed sometime during the night.
Chest compressions only caused black blood to splatter my face.
The cold stiffness that once was warm and soft his red skin now blue and lifeless this more than a crisis. Our love always limitless that once armored us licit love replaced with bitterness and bereavement.
Bestfriend died.
Suddenly taken away
Forever
sponsor
Regina Riddle
Democratically effective governance
of people
plants
places
and planets
cannot begin with degenerative violence,
strategic starvation of indigenous populations,
without ending as militant predation,
Which does not sound like healthy
trusting
and cooperative co-invested democracy
even to a child
familiar with playground bullies.
Rather than roots in "retributive justice"
revenge
punishment
exploitation
extraction
enforced conversion
religiously licit order,
healthy democracy stems from restorative win/win peace,
multicultural ego-natural eco-spirits
listening for biosystemic sacred wisdom,
At least interdependent wisdom enough
to avoid militaristic patriarchal predation
and pollution
of all that Earth holds sacred.
What wild glee behind your tame grin lurks?
What shy sun fears to breach your heart’s horizon?
And to against your hidden teeth of
Alabaster gleam. Bestowing upon the earth the breadth of
Your delight. With rays of a beam that girds
Time at the waist.
The meekest mare is bridled mirth;
She walks to joy in a slow trot, afraid
To gallop forth with force,
Chary to express any clue of cheer or hope.
Who was it to chasten you so?
And rein you unto undue modesty.
From whose stable need you deliverance?
Are you by a loveless groom oppressed?
Breathe easy, Demure, smile assured that all
Your bliss is licit.
Laugh aloud while crowned with life to
Happiness permitted.
Is it not one but all the same,
That we too want in this love-toss game?
Heart-felt glows and satisfying chatter,
To be atop life with a never-ending ladder.
Pyrite smile holds genuine luster,
Cajoling style with kindred muster,
Macrocosmic, we are, in licit fashion,
Souls by chance with descending passion.
You hear us speak but merely an utter,
Of hopes and dreams and hearts that flutter,
Be it not me, but of better calling,
Yet here in love you find us falling.
I am of guilt and perpetuating blame,
Accept one only flower by that name,
Fitting it may be as I am the stranger,
Eliminating all such unrelated danger.
............
Date written: 6/21/2016
I can apprehend your thirst for annihilation
Your appetite to proliferate terror
To gratify your alter ego
To guarantee your supremacy
To drop bombs on beings above suspicion
To burn their unique meager crops
To demolish their eggshell havens
To confiscate their few vendibles
To kill their licit long-planned dreams
To haunt their minds
To shred their long -conceived hopes
To chain their legs and ears reverberate
Yet if you should actually do
Point your extortionate,sophisticated weapons
To poverty,hunger,misery,illnesses,homelessness...
For remember one of your trailblazing armored cars
Could meet the needs of many wretched souls
Chase angst from their forlorn,woeful profiles.
Wasting a Monday morning mooning
Till dawn creeps west in a slowly crawl
Across cunning cliffs of clouded sky
Bade dawn drawn down to noon bye
Bears a clear day brought so cheerfully dear
Soft as your loving grace in my soul
But my might at midday melt my mood
Sin made bad-luck rush ill-luck like lust
Hamstrung my strong stern faith so tight
Thro' tremendous traumas from friends and foes
Though a virgin moon on this Monday night
Brought smiles on my angular jugular frame
Smuggling my sins and iniquities to set me free
As my licit Lord gives me a loving leisurely lease
Drowning my doubts of musing morning mooning
And awakening my silent soul to sorrow no more
So when i feel like crying, i prayed and smiled
'Cos cant spend time crying about wrongs
Which my good Lord has nailed on the cross
I set about trying to make things right
And my life worthy of serving thee
For it isn't right crying instead of praying
It's no kind of example to set for kids or oneself either.
So a feint hope seeps through,
Though she won't wait.
And I am taken aback.
Sit, watching the entrancing eyes
Reflect an odd transcient light.
Well now I slowly grow
Feel gradually more old.
Quiet musings, once ventured
I cannot reclaim.
So I look down upon skin.
Let desire becomes licit.
Let avarice reach out.
Consume, enjoy.
All in unseemly yearning.
We are all awful and I'm complicit.
Sycophancy they celebrate
Insolvency they worship
Profligacy they cherish
Grandiosity they love.
Impudence remains a force
To reckon with
Indolence rewarded
Amidst pomp and pageantry
Intolerance to dissent
Views became the hallmark
Thesis plagiarizing became licit
Academic placid legitimatised
Megabyte prowling encouraged
Supersonic pillaging sanctioned
Persecution became acceptable
Intimidation remains excusable
Exploitation officially allowable
All these only during the
Dark days of an “Ifa priest”
With the so called magic wand
In the garden of life
Christen U and I.
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